the words that fall out of my pen when I step off the curb…

MILE OF MEMORIES COUNTRY CHURCH – 2008

Just coming here takes me back all those
years and I hear voices singing “K-k-k-katy.”
Wonder if it’s just coincidence we named
one of our daughters Kate…I can smell
the fruit from the strawberry shortcake
festival held in this church every August.
It conjures up the Allen barn fire also for
some reason, and their herd of cows struck
by lightning, all laying on their sides beneath
a tree, and bloated, dead – it still horrifies and
saddens me in equal measure; the poor beasts
trying to get out of the storm, got them killed.